Close Guantanamo poem

Guantanamo, a place with no soul,
where laws don’t apply,
It’s a legal black hole.

In orange jumpsuits and cages they remain,
for fours years and more they have suffered this pain.

No charges, no trial, no due process,
innocent or guilty they couldn’t care less.

Brought to Cuba from far and wide,
tortured so bad they would rather have died.

Guantanamo, a place with no soul,
where laws don’t apply,
it’s a legal black hole.

Captured and sold to the US by their own,
how have they ended up so far from home?

Families and lives torn apart,
this is the beginning - only the start.

Children labeled as terrorists,
a symbol of injustice is what it is.

Guantanamo, a place with no soul,
where laws don’t apply,
it’s a legal black hole.

Respect for human rights is what they preach,
what a shame its not what they teach.

For every Guantanamo there are many more,
this is what they have in store.

This is America's war on human rights,
without boundaries it reaches new heights.

Guantanamo, a place with no soul,
where laws don’t apply,
it’s a legal black hole.

Who are these people, what was their crime?
Have they not served their time?

America's war comes at a price,
just ask Dr. Condaleeza Rice,

The time has come for us to make a stand,
the time has come for us to demand...

CLOSE GUANTANAMO!!!

Author: Anon